The light in the temporarily occupied hall turned on and off, the candlelight was deliberately reduced, and the dim light dragged deep nicks on the wood texture.
The remote corner is quiet, and there is a sorrowful breath in the air.
All of you here are not too comfortable with the bright fire, but as long as the middle-aged man with a pale face and a blindfold above does not speak, everyone else dare not make random attempts.
Sophie might be able to recognize this person here, because his appearance has hardly changed from more than ten years later: this is the deputy of the'Black Lord' Instaron, the vampire baron, and the'one-eyed' Targus. He is a member of the Man Rhein family, the fourteenth generation of vampires, and a younger generation. However, compared to his qualifications in the Madara Army, he is far deeper than Instaron, who is like a hairy boy.
But it doesn’t matter, this is just the beginning of their cooperation—
Targus watched the skeleton soldiers move out the documents in the library, and paused for a while. He turned his head and asked the corpse next to him: "Say, Rothko left you to report something. ?"
"Honored General Targus, my master found a scout in that manor." The corpse witch lowered his head and replied with a soggy voice.
"So?" He glanced at it, his gaze retracted and landed on the spread tactical map.
"He escaped."
There were a few disdainful chuckles around.
The vampire general raised his head, and the faint voice immediately subsided. He paused, and then said: "I see, Roscoe did a good job. But I hope it's better, so that he doesn't get distracted by these side matters-I want to see him arrive before noon Belledore Forest."
The corpse witch nodded respectfully and walked out.
But as soon as it left, discordant voices came from the conference room. This time it was a tall skeleton, which was covered in an old brass armor, and the dark yellow flames in its eye sockets flickered with a sense of anger:
"Master Targus, maybe humans have discovered our attempt, that scout—"
It opened its mouth, but suddenly no sound came out from the leaky jaw. Because it saw Targus staring at him with only one eye left, this look made it shut up subconsciously.
There was a low laugh from around, and the sarcasm contained in it made the flames in its eyes flash in annoyance.
"Kabais."
"Yes!" the tall skeleton immediately replied.
"Go and take this place." Targus pointed to a village on the map.
"Before sunrise," he pointed to the roof again: "I want to see the result—"
"Yes, Master Tagus."
"Weissa, Eberton."
"Yes!" replied in unison.
"You go and attack Webin and blockade the dagger river beach."
"Yes, Master Tagus."
"Crow's mouth."
"exist!"
"Give you two teams, search and clear this area."
"Yes!"
Targus raised his head and scanned everyone coldly: "You are all nobles in the dark. We want to see you gracefully and quickly execute every order of mine, meticulously. Ridenberg, this is our next A goal."
He took the lead to stand up, put his pale hand on his left shoulder, and said: "Madala will win—"
The undead all stood up, and responded with a deep voice: "Madala will win—"
Targus lowered his head and his eyes fell back to the map again. He first saw the red pine forest in the south of Butch, and then moved up to Green Village, Belledore Forest, and Ridenberg—continuing up, the Sharp Stone River Valley.
Human scout? He smiled coldly.
…
At the same moment, when the full moon was reflected on the top of the pine forest.
There were no wolves howling in the mountains of Yu Song, but there was wind in the black pine forest, and the cold wind passed through the branches of the trees like light smoke. The young people of Butcher had never spent the night outside, and the misty darkness in the forest always made them suspicious, as if every shadow was a terrible monster.
But a voice calmed their hearts--
"Press this position."
"Yes, that's it."
"water-"
"Give me a bandage."
"Press it down."
It was finally done, Sophie wiped a sweat and let out a long sigh.
He saw a light green +2 emerging from the young man's body, and he was relieved.
After the first aid skill reaches elementary level (level 0), the effect of bandaging recovery is naturally improved. There is no difference between this book and the game, but every place that is confirmed in Sophie's memory gives him a lot of peace of mind.
How to clean the wound, prevent infection, stop bleeding, bandage and what to pay attention to the details, skills, he little by little instructed Makmi and Nibeto to complete all of this. Of course, he himself didn't have the physical strength to operate, and his own weakness was only slightly better than the comatose Jonson.
When Nibeto completed the last step at his prompt, Sophie raised her head and found that everyone was staring at him dumbfounded.
Professional.
They only have this comment in their hearts.
Even the little Phoenix turned his head and said solemnly to Freya at the back: "Sister, it seems that your technique is quite inferior to you—"
As for Freya standing on the edge of the crowd, her face was like water.
Sure enough, I used to find excuses to approach myself, shameless! She couldn't help but draw a conclusion in her heart, and she looked at Roman with a little worry, but saw that the latter was counting the spoils on the ground with a small expression on her face.
This damn girl.
But God sees poorly. Only Sophie knows that all of his knowledge comes from the skill of'battlefield first aid'. Only when he recalls this skill in the list, these knowledges show up in his memory one by one. In the memory of young people, most of the primary battlefield first aid knowledge comes from the first three sections of the book "Gerson's Holy Cross", which mainly describes the techniques of bandaging. Sophie happened to know Gerson in the game, the current priest of Braggs.
The content of this book was as if he had personally seen it, as if he had read it hundreds of times. That kind of handy feeling is like learning rescue skills from an external plug-in.
It's a pity that most people need to pay a price to open a plug-in—
On the other hand.
Sophie quickly learned that, in fact, the third detachment of Buche's militia had a total of ten members, including Freya, followed by Markmi, Essen, Ike and Little Phoenix who were familiar with him.
Then there are Nibeto and Vlad, who don't like to talk very much. The two brothers and families are mountain people who migrated from Bora area. They inherit the taciturn character of the locals and love to do more than talk.
Then came Jonson, but the latter was unconscious, and the chance of waking up was low.
Then there is the business lady who loves to dream, and the girl who is with her. Sophie later learned that it was the daughter of the baker in town, but she was a little shy and introverted, not as generous as the other two ladies.
This girl is called Beisha, with a gentle temper, but at least a good girl with a kind heart.
This is all the people Sophie needs to deal with. They all seem to be very good young people, but Sophie knows that this is the newcomer in a bunch of newcomers, and she doesn't understand what they have to face next.
So he thought for a while before asking: "Do you have any plans?"
The smile on the person's face disappeared in the next moment, and there was silence in exchange.
"Let's go to Ridenburg." After waiting for a while, Essen proposed.
"That's right, Captain Madden and the others will definitely go there." Ike agreed.
As expected, Sophie shook her head.
He raised his head and looked at these young people. What he saw from their faces was silence and uncertainty about tomorrow. Even though Freya looked a little better, the white knuckles of the hands that clenched the hilt of the sword betrayed her true feelings.
Only Roman replied naturally: "I'm with Brando."
This answer called Sophie angry and funny. However, the business lady’s straightforwardness made people feel good, and the young man paused and said, "Well, I agree with you one thing-the most important thing for us at the moment is to leave here."
"That means there are disagreements, right?" Freya asked.
Sophie nodded: "Does anyone have a map?"
Everyone looked at each other, who would have such a thing? Although they are militias, in most cases the militias also follow the command of the local garrison. To put it bluntly, they are just a reserve team.
And Sophie was also aware of her mistake. In Elu, carrying a map without authorization from the temple would be treated as a spy. He always brings himself into the identity of a traveler, forgetting that he is now a member of this world.
And here, there are no more players.
"It seems that the security team has..." Makkimi stammered behind the crowd.
Sophie shook her head and said to her heart that you are nonsense. He sighed and turned back to the merchant lady aside and said, "Roman, give me a sword."
"Okay, Brando."
Sophie took the sword and drew two lines on the soft ground.
"This is the Wei's River, this is Yu Songhe."
He tapped a few times between the two rivers with the tip of his sword: "This is Buche, this is Green Village, and this is Weibin."
He just sketched out an outline in a few simple strokes, but once again opened the eyes of young people. After all, in this era, few people have such an understanding of the world—
"Isn't that Three Towns?" Bertha couldn't help covering her mouth.
"It's amazing, it turns out we are like this here." Ike looked at Sophie's eyes with some admiration.
"So Buche is here?"
"Brando, how did you know?" Everyone asked babbledly, after all, they are young people, and they still can't hold back that xinxing.
Sophie shook her head.
Just kidding, he doesn't recognize Sanzhen Xinshou Village, so he might as well find a piece of tofu to kill him. Of course, he couldn't answer that way. He deliberately asked, "Have you never learned a tactical map?"
Tactical map? what is that
Everyone is at a loss, Martha is on, don't Bragg's militia even have to learn this
Everyone couldn't help but admire a little blindly for a while.
However, our protagonist laughed secretly in his heart, this thing is not even mastered by ordinary junior non-commissioned officers in the regular army, it is strange that the militia can learn it. But of course he would not expose himself face to face, but clicked at the place where the two rivers meet:
"This is Ridenburg."
"Ah, is this Ridenberg?" Roman asked curiously.
"What's the matter?" Sophie could not help but raised her head and asked when she heard the squeaky laughter from the surroundings.
"That's it, Brother Brando. When Roman was a child, he envied Ridenburg's business very well. She clamored to be a businessman every day. One time she ran out and claimed to go to Ridenburg to do big business. The result was—" Little Phoenix not only immediately surrendered to the enemy and treason, but also sold off.
The people around couldn't help but laugh.
"The result?" Sophie asked.
"Haha, she got lost in the forest halfway down the road, and then Uncle Sear went to find her back." Little Phoenix laughed.
"No, nothing like that." Roman eyebrows were raised.
Sophie glanced at the future merchant lady and couldn't help but think that she didn't learn enough lessons.
"Well, let's get back to the topic. Why do you want to go to Ridenburg?" He cleared up his emotions and continued to ask.
"There is an army there."
"Captain Madden, they will definitely go there."
"My uncle too." Everyone rushed up again, but they all mean the same thing. They each have their own relatives. Although they are separated for a while, maybe they will go to Ridenburg, so why not go to Ridden Where's the fort
This answer made Sophie somewhat unable to refute it. This is also normal. Who would leave his family behind? But he also knew that those who escaped from Buche would be overtaken by Madara's army in all likelihood. And now going to Ridenburg can only be a self-investment.
Sophie knew very well that at this time they had to advance parallel to the "Reaper" Kabais department, then staggered it one step into the Belledor Forest, and then wade through the dagger beach before Eberton and Wessa encircled. From there, they will enter the deer hunting forest, wipe the main force of Instaron to reach Anzek and inform the local garrison of the advance plan of the Gusta Department on the flank of Instaron.
Only in this way can they survive, and Eruin will not lose as badly as in history.
But how should he speak
Forget it, it's the old rule, take one step as one step. He rubbed his somewhat heavy forehead, and changed his words: "Also, we can move in the direction of Ridenberg first and decide what to do next depending on the situation."
Then he raised his head, just to face Freya's worried look, the girl obviously didn't believe his words.
"Mr. Brando?"
"Nothing, just a judgment. Maybe the situation will change." He smiled at the girl. But saying so, he couldn't help sighing in his heart.
The reality is cruel, and he can't help but choose because of his weak strength. Of course, if there is a chance, he will definitely find a way to try it once.
Otaku, that's so naive.
He couldn't help but laugh at himself—